Page 95 of Filthy Hot

“You got this shit handled?” Atomic asks, groaning as he sinks down next to me on the sofa in the bar.

Turning my head, I look over at him. “I got what I needed handled, I think.”

“You think?” he asks.

My lips twitch into a smirk. “We’re running the trucks and merch from Longview to Oklahoma City. From there, acompany is picking up what needs to be delivered to the actual distribution center, and the other shit is getting picked up by the club up there.”

“We can trust it all?” Atomic asks.

I almost laugh. But I don’t. “We can trust it all as much as we can trust the crews in Louisiana.”

“It’s a bit farther of a drive,” he states the obvious.

It’s actually four hours longer on a light traffic day, but that’s neither here nor there. What he wants to know is if the men will be safe against other clubs, against groups like the Southern Mafia, and against the government.

Because it’s dangerous. If the feds get ahold of one of those trucks, it means prison time, especially over state lines. So, being able to at least have a semblance of trust with who we’re delivering shit to is a big fucking deal.

A huge fucking deal.

“It’s a drive, and it’s going to take some scheduling with the rest of our shit, but I think this is the best option. It keeps us away from Louisiana, but also, I think it’s going to be more diversifying.”

Atomic nods a few times, then clears his throat. “You’ve done some things for this club that I didn’t think were possible. I’m proud of you, Gnaw. Real fucking proud.”

“This feels like a father-son moment, but you’re only ten years older than me,” I say with a chuckle.

“It is. I know we’re close to the same age, but as your president, I’m telling you that you’ve done some badass shit for this club. I’m proud of you, of that.”

Before I can even thank him, he stands and walks away, heading toward the bar. I let out a sigh and smirk at the iPad. The next round of shipments is being led by me. I wouldn’t normally do this, none of the officers would, but with the longer route, it’s all hands on deck.

Kyle makes her way toward me. I watch as she moves across the bar. Setting my iPad down, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as she climbs onto my lap, straddling me. I don’t know what’s gotten into her, but I’m not really one to question it either.

Her left hand rests against the center of my chest. Her other wraps around the side of my neck. Her gaze is focused on mine, and I reach for her left hand, lifting it from my chest and bringing it to my lips.

Kissing the stone that I placed on her finger, I ask her a question. “When do we do this thing?”

She smiles, then she leans forward and touches her lips to my own. “The sooner, the better,” she breathes against my mouth. I swallow her breath, wanting every single part of her to become part of me.

It’s the middle of the day, people walking in and out of the bar, but I want to fuck her right here. I need to be inside of her. I don’t even know if it’s healthy, what we have. I’ve never craved someone the way I crave this woman.

I want her twenty-four hours a day, every single day.

I also don’t care if it’s healthy, because I’m not willing to change anything, not a damn thing about us. But right now, I know why she’s sitting on me this way, why she’s got her lips against mine, and why her breathing has turned to panting.

“What do you want, baby?” I ask.

I’m not going to let her get away with not asking me for it. I want to hear it. I always want to hear it. She hums, her breath washing over me. My cock twitches against the zipper of my jeans, begging to be released.

“You, Rider. Always you,” she exhales.

“You want to fuck me right here in the middle of the bar?”

She leans back slightly, her eyes wild as she watches me. I can tell she doesn’t want that, plus I know her well enough to knowshe would not want that. She’d be embarrassed as fuck if anyone saw us.

“Rider,” she breathes.

“You okay?” I ask.

She looks down at her hand on my chest, then lifts her gaze to meet mine before she speaks. “I need to feel you. I can’t explain it, but I saw you across the bar, working, and the sensation just rolled through me. I have to have you.”

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